Why are children so quiet now
There is no movement from the bough
No vital sounds that emanate
Amongst the guys that made us great ?
I see their faces all around
They do not smile or make much sound
There was a day we treasured all
And cringed whenever one did fall.
The times are changed as we can see
With values lost from infancy
Is there a way for some return
To speak and listen, read and learn ?
I wish I were a platypus with fur so short and thick
I’d burrow in a hole so deep where I could play some trick
I’d lay my eggs by the edge of a swiftly running stream
Anyone sighting me would think me one more unholy dream !
Now a platypus won’t travel well having but two homes
One is in Australia where the poor thing barely roams
Tasmania is number two, such limits to impose
Upon this small flat footed duck with such a lengthy nose.
I’m glad to say its history’s the oldest ever known
No one can understand reasons why his repute has grown
Perhaps one day this mystery will be resolved at last
And I’ll return to storybooks for versions of the past !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 